Newport High School - Blunita Yearbook (Newport, PA)

Text from Pages 1 - 40 of the 1928 volume:

❖ I I I I I 1 I I I I I I I Chc®lucandalhitc NEWPORT HIGH SCHOOL FEBRUARY 19 2 8 BLUE AND WHITE STAFF FOR 1927-28 Editor-In-Chief __________________ Janet Milligan, ’28 Literary Editor __________________ _ Fayne Newlin, ’28 Literary Assistants _________ Ruth Whitmore, ’29 Laura Howanstine, '29 Alumni . _________________ Marie Kepner, '28 School Notes _ Anne D'Olier, ’28 Poetry Department Mildred Hain, ’28 Exchanges _ . _ . Margaret Novlnger, ’28 Boys’ Athletics _ _____ John Doughten, '28 CIris' Athletics Ruth Saucerman, '28 Art Editors _________________ Paul Wright, '28 Dorothy Meredith, ’28 Subscription Manager ___________ Dorothy Rissinger, '28 Subscription Assistants____Helen Vogelsonger, ’30 Christine Soule, '30 Dorothy Swartz, ’29 0 Joke Editors’ ___________________ Julia Whitmore, ’28 Alan Wolf. ’29 Business Manager ___________________ Stuart Smith, '29 Business Assistants ___________ Howard Neff, '29 David Myers, '30 Charles Brandt, '30 Dana Gantt, ’28 ORIGIN OF ST. VALENTINES DAY Saint Valentine was a 'bishop in the early Homan church. He was martyred during1 the reign of Claudius at Rome, and was canonized by the Roman church. In ancient 'times the Feast of Luperculia was celebrated in honor of funo. At this feast the Roman youths met and drew from an urn a tablet upon which was inscribed a maiden's name. The young man was supposed to devote himself for a year to the lady whose name he drew. This fc atival occurred near the anniversary of the martyr's death: Finally the two were joined so that choos ing a sweetheart for the ensuing year became a custom on St. Valentine’s Day. The idea that the birds choose their mates during this season was common anting the English peasants. St. Valentine’s day is now celebrated on February fourteenth. On this day valentines are sent by one person to another of the opposite sex. , • •• —-The Editor. ANN RUTLEDGE Leah Boyer, '30 Who was Ann Rutledge? She was Lincoln’s first and last love. Other women loved Lincoln, hut we have no record that he ever loved them. There are letters that have been called love letters, in which the word “love is not mentioned. And there are other letters that one biographer collected, which reveal the real Lincoln, when he finally made his wife one of the women who loved him. Twice in Abraham Lincoln’s life he nearly lost hie reason, the first time was when he listened to a preacher's voice saying, “Ashes to Ashes, and Dust to Dust,” over a newly made grave in a cemetery. It overtook him again when his wedding bells were almost ready to ring. Ann Rutledge was the daughter of James Rutledge, a leading resident and owner of the tavern and old mill of New Salem, a small town near Springfield, Illinois. There are none of its people feft now. Tall trees grow in Its grass covered streets, where cattle used to browse. But back in 4 THE BLUE AND WHITE 1830, this hillside hummed with life. Then one day a young man drifted down the river on a flat boat and was hired -to keep the store. He was tall, lank and ungainly. His shoes were clumsy brogans, and hie tight homespun trousers were five inches too short. After a whale he became partner in a store and then postmaster. One spring day he was handing another man’s love letters over the counter to Ann Rutledge. Ann, at the age of 20, was beautiful. She wore her hair in two long braids. She had lips red like ripe cherries and the violet eyes beneath the blue sunbonnet flashed coquet-ishly. Her glances had pierced the heart of more 'than one New Salem youth. But it was John McNeil who had won her. He was reckoned a rich young man, because he possessed twelve thousand dollars. Shortly after they became engaged Ann watched him ride out of town one day on horseback on his way back to his boyhood home in New York State. Now she eagerly watches for the arrival of his letters. All the happiness of life seemed blooming along her path. Then her happiness was destroyed, the letters ceased. There leaked out a story about McNeil. Before McNeil had left he had told Ann 'that his real name was McNamar. He had i-un away from home when a boy and changed hie name, so that his family could not find him. The gossips began to talk, “who knows,” they said one to another, but behind this change of name, there lurks some secret crime, or perhaps it is some other woman to whom he has gone. It was the young postmaster who had seen the first expression of alarm creep info Ann’© blue eyes. “Isn’t there any letter today?” She would ask. And he would mutely shake his head. What could the matter be? Nobody but the gossips could say, and their explanation seemed the only one. The girl hoped against hope as long as she could. Then the slim young figure drooped in despair. When all the best young men of the town were at Ann Rutledge's feet, Abraham Lincoln stood far down the line of her admirers. He didn’t know’ how -to say pretty idle nothings to a girl, He knew so well how to be sorry for anyone in trouble. So he was at hand now when Ann needed him. He was boarding at her father’s house. There sprang up between them a close companionship. When she went to the well for water, he was at her side to carry the bucket; when she sat at the kitchen doorstep hulling strawberries, he was there to help. They borrowed a text book from the schoolmaster. She taught THE BLUE AND WHITE 5 him grammar. Slowly but surely there came to the blue eyes a happier light. Soon Lincoln was accompanying her to the dances and quilting It was in May when he came back from Vandalia, where he had represented Sangamon county in the legislature that Ann’s eager welcome gave him courage. They had gone together to a quilting party. While the rest of the company were chatting, he drew a chair over to her side and told her softly in an undertone that he loved her. Her head bent low over the bed quilt, and her nervous needle made uneven stitches. “But I'm promised; .promised still to him, you know,” she replied. “Him! He’s forfeited all right,” protested the wooer at her side. “Anyhow you no longer love him.” Ann Rutledge wrote one last letter, breaking her engagement When time had passed and no reply came, she plighted her troth to Abraham Lincoln. This was ju� t before he started to Springfield to study law. They planned to be married when his studies should be completed. “Then, sweetheart,” he said, “nothing on God’s foot-stool shall keep u« apart.” Through that summer he often came from Springfield. Then he and Ann would walk aiong the banks of the river. He wove garlands of wild flowers for her hair and carved her name with his on all the trees. The old residents of Sangamon county say, “We have seen the names. Only yesterday did the bark grow over them.” Lincoln came back to spend with Ann her birthday on July fifteenth. Soon after he went back to Springfield, she became 111 from a fever. One day in August a messenger came in great haate to Spring field to tell him that Ann was very ill. He jumped on a horse and rode all night to reach her. Breathless and mud-spattered he strode into the sick room and dropped on his knees by her bed. All the rest went out and left them alone with their love. He came from the room with hie face lined with the agony that lined ever after. On August twenty-fifth, 1835, Ann died. “My heart is buried there,” he sobbed, when they lowered her Into the grave at Concord cemetery. He would neither eat nor sleep. Sometimes he roamed over the hills and through the woods. Sometimes he sat for hours with his head bowed in grief, the tears trickling through his hands. When it rained his sorrow was wildest. 6 THE BLUE AND WHITE “1 cannot bear It! I cannot bear itr” be moaned, “that the rain and storm shall beat on her grave.’’ At these times they carefully watched him, afraid he might do himself some bodily harm. Lincoln himself, has said, “even though I seem to others to he enjoying life rapturously, yet when I am alone, I am so much overcome by mental depression that at times I dare not carry even my pocket knife.” There were weeks before he recovered his mental balance. All through his life on stormy days, he was given to moods of sadness. And on these occasions, he would repeat verses to himself on the poem on “Mortality,” closing with the lines, “O, why should the spirit of mortal be proud?” 'It was a fact that this little country girl was the object of his life long devotion. Though Ann Rutledge undoubtedly loved Lincoln, her first love had been given to another man. There were those among the neighbors who thought she sometimes looked wistfully towards the east. Two months after her death a white prairie schooner wound its way slowly into town. The driver on the front seat was McNeil or McNamor. With him were his mother, brother and sisters. His story was strictly true. He had taken ill on his way back east. His father died soon after he arrived there. Then too, the long journey over land and delayed him There had been letters which never arrived. When he heard of Ann’s death he wept wi th Linoln. In Lincoln’s life there was one woman he loved, one he tried to love and one he married. Wherever Abraham Lincoln wrought and worked and achieved, he was always accompanied by the memory of an old love. She was ■the dream woman who walked always by his side, never yielding her iplace in his heart to any living rival. From his rail splitting days in Illinois, even 'to the watches of his White House vigil, she was with him. In the spirit world she waited, biding her time until he went to her. Her grave at New Salem, Illinois, is marked by a rough stone, on which is carved “Ann Rutledge.” DAN CUPID, EVER BUSY “Mother, Aunt Dell is sitting in there at the front window and she looks so sad and doesn’t answer me when I talk to her! cried Nancy, as she burst into the kitchen where her mother was baking a cake. “She has a letter of some kind, but I don’t know what it is.” THE BLUE AND WHITE 7 When Della's mother died, James Grayson and his wife had extended a cordial invitation to Della to live with them. Any other time she would have refused, but overcome with grief, she was ffUd to seek refuge from the haunting memories of the old home. Mabel Grayson, thoroughly frightened by her daughter’s report, hurried to learn the cause. “Della! What is • • tell me did Grandma d—d—Oh, I can’t believe it!” Della, aroused from her reverie by her sister’s hasty entrance, Interrupted. “There is nothing the matter, I just received a val • • • why. Mart), you left that butter drop off your knife on that new cushion! Quick, take it off! It will leave a grease spot!” Mrs. Grayson, in her excitement, had carried some butter, intended for the cake, into the room with her, and had nervously twisted the knife about in her hands until the butter dropped off. What shall I do? It won’t come out! Jim’s aunt Agnes gave me that cushion only last week and she is coming to visit us either today or tomorrow. It is ruined—oh dear! Why must I be so terribly awkward? Well, I suppose we must just leave it alone. Maybe when It is dry, it will not be so noticeable.” They looked gloomily at the buttered victim. Then Mrs. Grayson 'turned her thoughts elsewhere. “But your letter, Dell? You didn’t tell me. Why were you so sad?’’ T was only thinking and dreaming. I got a valentine from Bob. To-morrow is St. Valentine’s Day, you know. It is the flrfrt message I have had from him since that silly quarrel a year ago. I wonder why he choose this time of the year to renew friendship and recall old memories.’’ After a few moments she added, “Oh, why did we quarrel anyway-” “Well, that is the way it goes when folks are young and foolish and don’t know their own minds,” Mabel said, and left the room glancing ruefully at the havoc the butter had wrought Several minutes later the doorbell rang. It’s Aunt Agnes, I know.” Whispered Mabel. “There Is a taxi and she always comes in one. It never rains but it tpours. Hide the cushion some place— quick!” Dell kicked the cushion under the sofa and went to the door. A fall, broad-shouldered young man stood there. “Hello, Dell! I come east on business and—” “Bob! I didn’t recognize you! Come in.’’ 8 THE BLUE AND WHITE Bob Davis entered and was introduced to Mrs. Grayson, who having properly welcomed the guest, wisely withdrew, taxing curious MIsb Nancy with her. “Your valentine—?” Faltered Dell when 'they were alone. “It was only a little messenger,’' he whispered. “I said I came east on business. It was to take you back with me Dell!” He held out his arms to her and quickly she’ went into them. The ruined cushion and the valentine, so small yet so important, emblems of an eventful day, lay forgotten. Cupid claimed two more as his own. A TURN OF FORTUNE Hazel Schmid, ’29 There was a sad heart in the low, dark-stained little house that stood humbly by the road under some elms. That very day God had called home the only one who could ever make the dreary life cheerful. Five small children stood around the corpse of their mother being led in prayer by the eldest, a girl of sixteen. It had been customary in this home for the children to kneel around the mother to say their evening prayers. The thoughtful child, Joan, was making use of the few privilege rights. Soon she would be the only one that could take the mother’s place. In her childish mind her mother was taking care of them. As her mother was laid in her final resting place, the rearing of the four children was placed upon Joan’s shoulders. Standing again in her home tears gathered around the clear blue eyes, which were nestled in a very beautiful face. Cupid bow lips were twisted in a way that showed that Joan was doing some very hard thinking. The sad expression soon lighted and as her lips parted in a smile, pearly teeth flashed. Into her mind had come the thought, would her mother want her to sit around pining, and the answer came quickly—no. Whatever the trouble might have been Mrs Joaness had met it with a smile and had tried in every possible way to disentangle it. One month had passed and Joan knew that If she didn't soon find something besides the few washes which she had managed to persuade the people to give her, she would have to put the children in a home. She had never heard what had become of her father. She remembered him as being very quick tempered. When he was home she had pretty dresses and a nurse to lake care of her, and then came baby Marceline Ruth, and she never saw her father again. As her pretty dresses wore out they were replaced by inexpensive THE BLUE AND WHITE ft ginghams. From their lovely home her mother had brought them to this dirty part of the city. Soon she began to take in washings, and so she lived working until sleep would overcome her. Then one day death claimed her. While she worked so hard, her husband was becoming a wealthy man in the city where he had fled, after he had grown tired of his family. She heard of his wealth but had not called upon him for help. The money which he gave to charity would have been more than self-sufficient to provide for his children. But they knew not of him and he, now, did not know where to find them. He did not even know that his wife had departed from this earth. “Oh Joan, here is something we could try!” “What is it. Jack?” Jack's dark eyes followed hie fingers down the page until at last he found the advertisement, “Are you listening?” “Yes.” “Work to be sent to your home for you to do. Earn from $15 to $25 weekly. Particulars given for a two-cent stamp. Box 123, Memphis, Tenn. “See, I could send at least and find out what it is. I believe I will send.” In three weeks they were working hard on the home work which they had sent to them. . From then on they got along very well. Everyone could help in doing the work, except Marceline Ruth, and even she would struggle to dust and do a little odds and ends. A year had passed. The children were going to school, all except Joan. Jack had started his Freshman year in High School. Before and after school, he helped Joan. They earned $30 a week on the home work. They moved to a better place and managed to save $200. Then a dark cloud crept into their house of sunshine. The place where they received their work closed down, and slowly but surely the dollars that were saved dwindled away. The money Jack made barely bought the food, let alone pay the rent. They were forced to move into the slums where the rents were low. Jack continued in school, because there was nothing more he could do and it didn’t cost him anything. Joan took in washings. With these small incomes they managed to live from hand to mouth, and to save a few dollars for the rent. One month it went harder than usual and when it came time to pay the rent, Joan only had half of it saved. The man who col- 10 THE BLUE AND WHITE lected the rent told her if she didn’t have it ipaid by the next day, he would have to put her out on the street, for there were plenty off people who would be willing to rent the rooms. Joan knew she could never raise the money. In the twilight of the evening Joan was found kneeling over the gTave of her mother. She was praying as only a child in distress could pray, asking for some way out of the trouble. As the sun crept to light the world for another day, it brought Joan an answer to her prayer. The man who owned the tenaments had decided on that day to visit them. He came in time to see Joan and her little family thrust out into the street. The golden ringlets that had laid around the dainty head reminded him of the same one so dear to him, some one whom he once thought he had tired of. He walked up to the young girl and asked, “What may your trouble be?” Joan told him her story. The sound of it sent a pang to the man's heart. Could it be, was it possible that the face and voice which reminded him of some one so much was his child? In a voice that trembled he asked her name and all about her life. Joan feeling ead emptied her eorrows beginning with her mother’s dearth, to this old man. She went back to tell him of her father also. A smile lit the old man’s face and tears rose in the dark eyes as he cried, “My daughter.” In as eimple a way as he could, he explained everything. Joan wiith her good heart, forgave her father. Now her worries are over and she is getting privately the schooling she missed. Tbe Charm School,” which will be presented by the Senior class, will be highly entertaining. Don't fail to see it February 28 and 29. THE BLUE AND WHITE 11 ODE TO OUR OLD BUILDING Nellie Henderson, ’30 Dear old building we leave you, But not with a smile; The pleasure you gave ue, Was just for a while. Although we are going. Never more be returning; You dear old building. Has set us on the path to learning. The new building I hear, Is both fine and fit; And surely some day. We will learn to love it. An when we are aged, And maybe gray; We will point to you. building, And here’s what we’ll say. “That building my children, So grand and so tall; Is the place where we learned The best knowledge of all.’’ VALENTINE GREETINGS To-day is Valentine. Won’t you be mine. If I’ll be thine. On this, St. Valentine? I love you so, I wanted you to know Before the wind doth blow, And we do have snow. Let not thy love depart. But keep within thy heart. Remember thou art mine, On this, St. Valentine. The sky is blue, 12 THE BLUE AND WHITE For just we two, As this comes ;o you, A greeting true. SOME SCHOOL DILEMMAS Mildred Hain, ’28 Studying English gets on my brain; Present see, past participle seen, past saw, Write, wrote and written go the same. We must get it without a flaw. Ana these foreign languages. I cant tell What they’re all about, can you? To my mind they just won’t Jell, Sounds like hibberty. jibberty, ju. Speaking French is quite the rage, Parley-vous Francois, Mademoiselle? And I surely try to act my age. But how I come out I’d hate to tell. Imagine History remaining neglected. I admit it leaves me most perplexed; Once I answered . Evolution. I should have said Revolution. It may be seen by this last example, That lessons may get all twisted; By bluffing an answer as a sample, In the book it won't be listed. Get your lesson out well. Recite them like A. B, C; A better rule as many can tell, Who are far wiser than we. THE OWL J. E. Wolf, ’31 A wise old owl sat on a tree. He wae as happy as he could be; I asked him why and he did say. Because tnis is Sain; Valentine s Day. the BLUE AND WHITE IS And then I said. I do not know, Why that should elate you so; And with wondering eyes he told, As the sun was a sinking disc of gold. Told me briefly how his love so fair. With soft brown feathers for her hair, He sent him a greeting true. It gave him a thrill right through. A wise old owl sat on a tree. I asked him what he thought of me. He told me ’twasn’t very much. I asked him why this was such. And this is what he said to me, ft is very plain to see, That as long as you wander wide, You will never be a blushing bride. A wise old owl sat on a tree. He was as happy as he could be; And so was I, because I knew, What the old owl had said was true. Don’t fail to see “The Charm School.” to be presented by the Senior class February 28 and 29. 14 THE BLUE AND WHITE December 5, 1927—Everybody back in school after the Thanksgiving and Institute week vacation. December 6—For the Assembly program, Mr. Price gave a brief report on the Institute. It was decided by the Track, Field and Declamation Contest committee that the events shall be held at Newport May 11, 1928. He also explained and gave the history of each trophy cup in our High School. December 13—The third religious program was opened with Salutation,” by the 12 Non-Commercial Group. Rev. U. O. H. Ker-schner gave a talk on the “Seven Great Bibles” of the world. A selection, “Winter,” was eung by the Junior girls. December 20—The Assembly program was in charge of the Commercial club and it pertained to Christmas. The program was as follows: A reading, Little Charlie’s Christmas,” by Mae Snyder; a vocal solo, “Cantique de Noel,” by Madolyn Miller; two selections by the Girls’ Glee Club; a reading, ‘ Christmas Ballad,” by Stella Stroup; a piano solo, by Mae Snyder; two selections by the choir, and a reading by Hazel Schmid. December 21—The Girl’s Glee Club, assisted by some boys, gave a Christmas program in the Lutheran church for the benefit of the Junior Red Cross. Forty dollars was cleared. December 23—A general good time was had by everyone and the Christmas sipirit was prevalent. The school presented Mr. Dean with a gold piece for hie part in making the football season a success. January 3—The New Year Assembly was given by the entire High School. Helen Crawford played a piano solo. New Year’s wishes and resolutions were given by Miss Robinson, Miss Zimmerman, Miss Butcher, Mr. Dunbar, Miss Shenk. Mr. Dean, Miss Todhunter and Mrs Ray Stuart Smiith spoke for the Junior class; Charles Brandt for the Sophomores; Gerald Shoop for the Freshmen; William McNitt for the Eighth grade; James Bistline for the Seventh grade; Anne D’Olier for the Girl’s Glee Club; Sara Snyder for the Home Economics Club; Grace Moyer (for the Historical Research Club; Mildred Hain for the S. P. Q. R.; Dorothy Zeiders for Girl's Basketball; Myrl Smith for Boy's Basketball; Howard Hager for the Varsity Club; Janet Milligan for the Senior Class and the Student Council, and Ruth Saucerman for the Commercial Club. James Moyer, from the Class of ’27. presented a beautiful wall clock for the new school building. Janet Milligan made a response. January 10—Rev. Shearer gave a ta.lk on “The Christ of the 'Bible.’’ The Girl's Glee Club sang, “0 Praise Ye, Jehovah,” and “O Devine Redeemer.” January 11—Intelligence Tests were taken by both the Junior and Senior High Schools. January 12—A representative from the Curtis Publishing Company gave a splendid course on salesmanship to the members of the Junior and Senior High School. The High School was divided into the Reds and the Greens and sub-divided into class groups. They launched a subscription campaign for the benefit of the High School treasury. The campaign closed on the 23rd of January. The magazines which are to be sold are the Ladies’ Home Journal, Saturday Evening Post and Country Gentleman. January 17—The Assembly Program was given by the Sophomore class. It was dedicated to Edgar Allen Poe, Robert Burns, •‘Stonewall” Jackson and Robert E. Leei whose birthdays are all in the month of January. The program, a paper on “Stonewall Jackson, by Esther Souder; a song by the Sophomore Girls; a recitation, “Annabel Lee,” by Cora Weaver: a paper on Robert E. Lee, by Kenneth Myers; a song by the Sophomore class and a dialogue “Grammar Class in Squibby’s School.” January 26—Examinations have started and those who were exempt are rejoicing at their good luck. We expect to move into the new schoolhouse withing the next two weeks. Pupils and teachers are eagerly looking forward to that time. 16 THE BLUE AND WHITE The dedication exercises in the new Junior-Senior High School will take place the later part of February. The principal speaker will be Dr. Kieth of the State Department of Public Instruction; Prof. D. A. Kline, County Superintendent; Ira Meminger, president of 'the school board, and Prof. H. L. Price, supervising principal, will also make addresses. “THE CHARM SCHOOL” The Senior class will present “The Charm School,” a Samuel French Production, for its class play. “The Charm School is a clever, fascinating comedy in three acts. It relates the adventures of a handsome young automobile salesman, scarcely out of his “teens,” who upon inheriting a girls’ hoarding school from a maiden aunt, decides 'to run it himself according to his own ideas of what a young lady should be taught, viz: ’Charm.’ The situations that arise throhghout the play are teeming with tfun and humor. They present an amusing entertainment full of laughs. The play will be presented Tuesday and Wednesday evenings. February 28 and 29, in the new school auditorium. The cast is as follows: Austin Bevans, an automobile salesman with ideas, George Rice which David Mackenzie, a law student considers unpractical, Ray Minich; though George Boyd an expert accountant, is willing to cooperate—Jesse Brown; and so are Jim Simpkins—Walter Shade; and Tim Simpkins—John Doughten, who toil not and neither seriously consider spinning. Homer Johns—-Dana Gantt, is the guardian of Elsie Benedottl—Ruth Sauoerman; president of the Senior class at a school presided over by Miss Hays—Anne D’Olier, who is loved and feared by all who know heT, including the secretary, Miss Curtis—Julia Whitmore, who trys to think well of the Senior class consisting of Sally Boyd— Janet Milligan, who is George’s sister, and Muriel Doughty—Mado-lyn Miller, Ethel Spelvin—Grace Moyer; Alex. Mercier—Marie Kep-ner; Lillian Stafford—Ardella Hombach; Madge Kent—Fayne New-lin; Charlotte Gray—Dorothy Zeiders; and Dotsie—Margaret No-vinger, a Junior, who is always in the way. THE BLUE AND WHITE 17 With the coming and passing of the holidays and the approaching of the second semester we find many of our old friends, the alumni, back home from their higher places of learning and occupa ion. From last year's class comes Marie Wright, Dorothy Tucker and Helen Kipp from Philadelphia; Marie Myers, Helen Stephens and Violet Tressler, from Shippensburg; Helen Hoke, from Indiana; Charles Vogelsonger, From Easton, and James Moyer, from Mer-cersburg. Another interesting bit of news we picked up the other day was about Mr. and Mrs. Ray Wertz and family, who have moved to Scranton. Mr. Wertz, a member of the Class of 1910, was transferred by the State Highway Department to Scranton, after working for some years around Newport and vicinity. David Shade, a member of the Class of ’23, had his face and hands scalded from boiling water, which had spouted from the motormeter of his car on Saturday, January 21, 1928. We are glad to say that Mr. Shade is recovering. Perhaps you have heard about some Alumni News that we have not. If you have, please hand it in to the Alumni Editor. We will appreciate it very much. • 18 THE BLUE AND WHITE The Review, Shamokin, Pa.: Your Literary and Poetry Departments are very good. “Ye Ridlyan,” Ridley Park. Pa.:We were glad to hear from you. Come back again. “The School Tatler, Millersburg. Pa.: More editorials and an Exchange Department would Improve your newspaper. “The Periscope, Carlisle, Pa.: A new friend, I believe! Your paper is first class, but More Editorials would improve it. “The Maroon and White,” Gettysburg, Pa.: A newspaper well developed in all sections. ‘The Orange and Purple. Danville. Pa.: A magazine with everything necessary for rank in the first class. You have very interesting cuts. “The Hi S Potts. Pottsvillr. Pa.: We think your paper is very original. “The Gleam, St. Paul. Minn.: We consider your magazine excellent. The Magnet, Butler, Pa.: Lots of pep in your magazine. “The Lore,” Lewistown, Pa.: This school magazine has a lit- THE BLUE AND WHITE 19 crary department of the highest type. Its other departments are no t lacking either. LAUGHS FROM OUR EXCHANGES “The Prof, was very hot. and so, To furnish some relief, He wiped his face with a glass of milk. And drank his handkerchief. —The Lore. A Spanish Romance—Lady Pembroke and Baltimore “In a little Spanish town” there lived a girl named “Magnolia,” with “Rosy Cheeka” and “Red Lips,” who spent each evening with her boy friend. “He’s the Last Word,” and “How,” one “June Night” as they were strolling down “The Trail of Dreams, “Side by Side,” “Under the Moon. saying “Crazy Words” to one another, they decided to go to the fiesta which was being held “High, High, High up in 'the Hill.” The Troubadors were playing a beautiful melody and he said Put your Arms Where They Belong,” and they swing Into the rhythm of the tango. Just then a dashing toreador bumped into him and he tramped upon our lady’s toes. “Forgive m ?” Apologized our hero. And she replied: “What Does It Matter” when Tt’a You.” After the fiesta he asked her how 3he wanted to go hofe, and she said that “Horses” would do. But they walked to “The Little White House.” When they reached home he 'planned “To Follow the Sun to the South” on their “Honeymoon Trail” but she said “I Don’ Wanna.” The End of a Dew, Dew, Dewey Day.”—The Magnet. We have in stock two new songs just recently published a year ago: “Love’s Old Sweet Song.” “WThen Do We Eat” and “The Wedge Song”—Wedge ya get those eyes?—The Review. A very fascinating comedy is “The Charm SchooV’ to be presented by the Senior class February 28 and 29. 20 THE BLUE AND WHITE BOYS’ ATHLETICS John N. Doughten The first boy’s basketball game was played at Millerstowa on January 5, 1928. N. H. S. lost by a 19-17 score. Summary: N� H. S. Pos. M. H. S. Hager_____________________ IF Troutman McNaight_________________ F ____________________Secrist Ludwig____________________ C Lesher Sweger___________________ G _____________________Taylor Wright____________________ G __________________Hoffman Field goals—Wright 1, Hager 1. McNaight 2. Ramp 1, Sweger 3, M. H. S.—Troutman 2, Lesher 3, Taylor 2.. Foul goals—McNaight 1, Troutman 2, Secrist 1. Substitutes—War.son for Wright, Smith for Sweger, Ramp for Ludwig, Stuckey for Hager. M. H. S.—Swartz for Lesher. January 6, 1928, the High School team traveled to Camp Hill, where we lost 36-22. The first three quarters were played without three of the varsity players. They were delayed. After they got into the game, N. H. S. took the lead and during the time they played, scored almost twice as many as the Camp Hflll five. Summary: N.H.S. Pos. C.H Cumbler________________________ F Gross McNaight_______________________ F Groninger ■Smith_________________________ C Ross Loy____________________________ G Butney Wright’________________________ G Gassum Field goals--Cumbier 1, McNaight 3. Hager 3, Ludwig 1. C. H.— THE BLUE AND WHITE Gross 4, Groninger 3, Ross 2, Gassum 1, Page 3, Walsh 3. Foul Goals— Cumbler 2, McNaight 1, Smith 3. C. H.—Grose 1, Page 1, Welsh 2. Substitutes—Hager tor Cumbler, (Ludwig for Smith, Watson for Loy. C. H.—Page for Gross, Walsh for Groninger, Hoskins for Ross, Simmons for Butney, Naylor for Gassum. January 20, 1928. On this date we .played at Middletown at that place. The score was 33 to 18 in favor of Middletown. Summary: N. H. 8. Pos. M. H, S. Ramp___________________________ F Walmer McNaight_______________________ F Hoover Ludwig__________________________C Girtott Wright_________________________ G .. Books Sweger_________________________ G Bauder Field Goals—Ramp 2, McNaight 2, Ludwig 1, Wright 1, Cumbler 1. M. H. S.—Walmer 7, Hoover 4, Girton 2. Bauder 1. Foul goals—Ramp 1, MdNaight 1, Cumbler 2. M. H. S.—Walmer 3, Brooks 1, Bauder 1. Substitutions—‘Stuckey for Ramp, Cumbler for McNaight. M. H. S.—McKinley for Walmer, Shanner for Hoover, Weeling for Gorton. Wagner for Books, Bauder for Bauder. GIRLS’ ATHLETICS R. S., '28 October 21 we played Bloomfield on the opponent’s court. The game was interesting. Motter was high scorer for Bloomfield, and Hombach for Newport. N.H.S. Pos. N.B.H.8. Hombach_____________________ F __________________Motter— Zeiders_____________________ tF Clouser Snyder______________________ C Dunbar Saucerman___________________ SC Lebo Ulsh________________________ G Smiley Murphy______________________ G Black (Schmid) The first game of the indoor season was played January 5, 1928, with Millerstown. Due to the fact fbat the Newport floor was not ready, the game was played at Millerstown. The final score was 14-12 in favor of Newport. N. H. S. Pos. M, H. «. Hombach______________________F Ulsh Zeiders_____________________ F Diffendafer Snyder______________________ C Rumfelt Saucerman__________________ SC Gelnett 22 THE BLUE AND WHITE Ulsh___________________________ G Stahl Sheetz_________________________ G Rebuck January 20 we went to Middletown. Even if we did almost freeze while going, we were victorious. The score was 27-14. Zeiders made 13 points; Hombach 13; Snyder 1. N. H. S. Pos. M. H. S. Murphy_________________________ G Flenagan Ulsh___________________________ G Lesher Snyder_________________________ € Guin Saucerman______________________ SC Good Zeiders________________________ F Schreiner Hombach________________________ F Troop JUNIOR HIGH DEPARTMENT GLINKA’S GIPSY GRANDDAUGHTER Jean A. Wolf, ’31 Little winding clouds of smoke rose to the summer evening. The big red eun was setting over the hills, making colors of beauty sparkle on the clear water in the tiny brook that ran by the gypsy camp. Old Glinka sat by her tent smoking her pipe in contentment. Her sharp brain had carefully worked out the plans that had worried her. Glinka was old, very old; for 60 years her band had roamed the countryside; for 60 years it had robbed the good people of the towns. She was a bad woman; she had always been so. Now she would die, as she had lived, in this carefree happy existence. Over near one of the firee stood a young girl—she was pretty. Her short, red skirt and painted lips made a true gypsy picture; a song was on her lips. She sang in a clear sweet voice. When the birds go south and the frost is come, I take my little canoe; And then I go o’er the golden lake, To the summer lands and you. My gypsy lover is waiting now. In a big wagon with a band; To carry me far, far away, Into some far distant land. The summer wind€ echo, the night is still; O’er the lake I go; THE BLUE AND WHITE 23 To my lover in far distant lands, 1 love my gypsy lover so! This was the pride of Glinka’s old selfish heart, for she was her granddaughter. Had not Glinka given to Natcha the beautiful ear rings that Glinka herself had taken from the wife of a Civil War officer. They were beautiful jewels. Glinka knew they would bring well into four figures if sold, but it might look suspicious if an ©Id gypsy went to sell such jewels. After the supper had been eaten and all the little gypsies put into their beds. A noise was heard outside the gate. It was a group of young college folk who wanted to have their fortunes told. Glinka’s mind was decided. Why could not Natacha be like one of these boys and girls? A tiny piece of white paper lay hidden in the tobacco pouch. She opened it and read it again; the reading was easier this time because she had read it so often. Dear Madam Glinka: I have seen that girl of yours. She certainly is a fine dancer. How would you like to let me take her and train her? You know a gypsy camp is no place for such talent. Just let me have her— she will receive the best possible training. Mrs. Joseph St. Paul Prentiss. Glinka had prepared Natcha for the coming trip. If only Natcha could have known that her gypsy song had been sung for the last time. Had Natcha known this plan of her grandmother, she would not have been so cheerful. But then she loved to dance. It was life to her. The following day she was on her way to the great city, and to the Prentiss home. The Prentisses proved to be jolly and likeable people. Mrs. Prentiss, Natcha thought was the most beautiful woman that she had ever seen, and so graceful too. They had taken her home in their automobile. Mr. Prentiss was a New York banker, a millionaire, some one had said. Natcha wondered if Glinka was a millionaire. She hoped so for it seemed such an attractive word. Her life was so changed. Dinner was served. How different it was from the meals of the camp. At camp they ate with their bands. Here they ate with silver knives, forks and spoons. Then too, between the covers of a soft bed was so different from sleeping on the dirty, ragged piles of clothes upon the wagons. Lying between the clean covers Natcha cried. It hurt so much to be away from the dirty wagons, the dirty people, from everything that meant 24 THE BLUE AND WHITE so much to her. In a short time two swoolen eyes closed in slumber, only to open again upon an unjust world. But then the dancing, it was so wonderful! Natcha loved her ■teacher. She seemed to understand Natcha, and to help her. When Natcha danced for the great producer, he was very much pleased with the little graceful figure and said that she would make the hit of Broadway. Yet Natcha was not ambitious. She only wanted to be with her fellowmen. Winter came. She thought of the wagons moving slowly south with the birds. Now every night the pillow was filled with her bitter tears. She was as a bird caged up after a long time of freedom in a vast forest. And then the once rosy cheeks began to grow pale. The feet that had once so gladly danced, became so tired that they could no longer tap to the gay music. Mrs. Prentiss became worried. At last a doctor was sent for. He shook his head resignedly, and said, “It’s a slight case of tuberculosis, yet she may recover.” Mrs. Prentiss knew better. Natcha was just tired and a rest would give her what she needed. The trip to Warm Springs was made. Again her strength began o come back, but the two large eyes were sad. One day at the breakfast table Mrs. Prentiss announced, “Natcha dear, there is an opening for you in the Follies. I would like if you would dance for me.” She at once consented and the preparations were made. Mr. Collen, the director, looked at her. “A perfect gypsy type—a type hard to find. “I will give her a solo dance in one of the camp scenes.” Then the rehearsals began. The gypsy life of the show’ was not real, but yet it was a rough imitation and Natcha loved It.. At last the big night came. So far the play had been a success. Then it was time for the scene. The camp fires burned brightly, the gypsies were scattered around the big stage. Natcha entered. She danced as she had never danced before. This time she danced with life, and spirit seemed to exhalt her soul in glory. The email bare feet in rythm with a pair of shining eyes was all the audience saw. They sat there breathless until the last strains of music had died away. Then there was a silence—a shout; it raised the auditorium into a roar. Natcha! Natcha!” was the call. No Natcha could be found. She had gone, gone to the south and her band. The gypsy princess was again as a bird, roaming and singing her song of love to the tune of a brooklet’s babble THE BLUE AND WHITE 25 THE LINCOLN MEMORIAL Elizabeth Virginia Rebert The Lincoln Memorial in Washington, D. C., is a beautiful structure of white marble. It is surrounded by thirty-six white marble columns. Each column representing one of the thirty-six states of the Union at the time of Lincoln's death. There are fifty-eight steps leading up the entrance. The interior is a little more than a semi-circle. At the back is a large marble statue of Lincoln about four times his natural size, sculptured by Daniel C. French. Above the statue inscribed in brass are -these words: In this temple As in the hearts of the people. For whom he saved the Union The memory of Abraham Lincoln Is inscribed (forever.” To the right of the statue is engraved in a like manner his Gettysburg Address. On the left his second Inaugural address. Looking east from the entrance you see the Washington Monument. Directly in front is the beautiful reflecting Pool, and from the back a glimpse of the Arlington Cemetery, the Potomac river an the wooded hills of Virginia. DOROTHY’S AMBITION Thelma Evans Dorothy Gray hurried up the wet, slippery pavements in the direction of her home. It was raining and the wind came in cold, wet blasts, going through Dorothy's thin thread-bare coat like a knife. She shivered and hurried on. She had been detained in the factory that evening and. knowing how her mother fretted when she was not home on time, lent wings to her feet, and with bent head she went blindly on, unaware of the tall broad-shouldered young man coming at a rapid pace in her direction. The next instant she crashed into him squarely. Dorothy gave one frightened gasp as she regained her balance by clutching the arm of the man. “Oh, I beg your pardon”—she faltered, then raising timid eyes to his face, she flushed in surprise. “Oh, I didn't know it was you, Mr. Cameron. Philip Cameron looked down upon her with an amused, friendly smile. “WThat a terrible rush you were in. Dottie. you all but knocked me from my pins.” And his gray eyes twinkled. Bu t he still held her hands in his own. Dorothy flushed and dropped her brown eyes 26 THE BLUE AND WHITE “I—I am late and I was hurrying home to mother,” she faltered, drawing his hands from his clasp, I am so sorry 1 ran into you.” Then with a quick flash o� ? her brown eyes ehe hurried away, and Philip Cameron stood looking after her for a moment, before he resumed his way up the street. Dorothy hurried on her way, her thoughts in confusion. Philip Cameron was the only son of Milton’s richest man. Philip’s father owned the factory in which Dorothy worked to support her invalid mother, and long ago Dorothy’s heart had quickened when handsome Philip Cameron spoke to her. But Dorothy guarded her secret well. Not for worlds would she have left anyone know that she loved the son of her employer. Philip was a cheery, friendly young man and many times he went out of his way to be friendly with Dorothy. Dorothy was eighteen and she had worked for several years in the factory, supporting her mother who was in poor health. But the factory paid low wages and many times the two occupants of the little cottage found it hard to get along, until the long, cold winter was ended. But Dorohy kept bravely on working, patching her thread bare coat neatly and making over last winter's dresses. In that way she made ends meet Sometimes Dorothy’s plain little face wore a wistful expression, as she looked at other girls who were pretty, and had plenty of money to gratify their desires. But at such times, she would hug to her heart the cherished ambition of her own life, and each evening In the little cottage, under her mother’s encouragement, she would sit at the little old-fashioned organ and sing. Mrs. Gray was frank in her thoughts and hopes for Dorothy. “You have a wonderful voice, my child, and some day it will make you famous. Don’t give up. sometime your chance will come.” And Dorothy listening to her mother's words would let her thoughts wander into bright vistas of the future. In fancy, she saw herself before a great audience, bowing to the storm of applause that greeted her appearance. At such times she found it difficult to keep her mind upon her work before her, and her hands would lay idly upon the patterns before her, and her machine would become silent, while her brown eyes held a faraway expression in their dark depths. At such times, the girl who sat the distance’ of two machines away from Dorothy, would give her a contemptuous look out of narrowed black eyes and call out sneeringly, “Dot Gray is dreaming of flame again.” Of course there would be a twitter among the other workers, and Dorothy would flush miserably, and hastily begin sewing again, THE BLUE AND WHITE 27 making no reply to Lola Williams’ slighting remarks. Lola was slim, graceful and dark eyed with a mass of cloudy black hair that framed her piquant face. Lola was beautiful, but she was thoroughly heartless and selfish. And for some strange reason she disliked Dorothy. Dorothy suspected it was because Philip Cameron was friendly to her at all times. Lola thought because of her own beauty, tehe should demand all his attention, but anyone so plain as Dorothy Gray should not be considered, and it made her simply furious whenever she caught Philip talking to Dorothy. She often would subject Dorothy to many insulting remarks and slighting actions. One evening after the table was cleared and the tiny cottage was made spick and span, Dorothy seated herself before the organ, and sang several old-fashioned songs for her mother who sat in a low chair. Dorothy’s clear, bell-like tones soared sweetly and caught the attention of a passerby as he listened to the beautiful music coming from the open window of the tiny cottage. He halted for a moment and a peculiar expression entered his dark eyes for a moment. He made a movement as if to enter the cottage, then restraining his steps, he hurried on down the street. He was tall and well built with something foreign in his appearance. He was dressed in a suit of the finest broadcloth and a slender walking stick swung about in hie slender hand. He wended his way toward the village hotel and after having registered, he went at once to his rooms. That evening by dint of careful inquiry he learned that the sweet singer was Dorothy Gray, a poor girl, who supported her invalid mother by working in the factory. Late that night Dorothy and her mother were startled by a sharp knock upon the door. “Who can be calling upon us at this late hour,’’ wondered Dorothy, hastening to open the door. She was surprised to see a total stranger standing before her, a man erf distinguished appearance and about forty years of age. Is this the home of Miss Gray?” He asked courteously. Dorothy flashed shyly, Yes—I am Miss Gray,” she returned smiling, as she invited him to enter. He entered at once and introduced himself quietly. I am M'sieur Rtialto of the Metropolitan Opera in New York City.” Dorothy was almost guilty of a gasp of surprise and delight. ‘T will colne to the point at once,” he said quickly. “This afternoon, while out for a stroll, 1 had the pleasure of listening to you singing, and it is about that, which 1 wish to speak to you and your 28 THE BLUE AND WHITE mother, if you will be so kind to give me a few moments of your time.” Dorothy could only give a faltering word of consent in reply. She was in a whirl of confusion and her heart beat with wild hope. Could this man really mean what he had just said? Dorothy was sure that 6he was dreaming during the following half hour, as M'sieur Rialto unfolded his plans to her and the astonished Mrs. Gray. Her chance had come at last. She was to begin studying under a great teacher in New York, and then if she proved to he all that M’sieur Rialto hoped,, she would make her debut before the public as a great singer. M’sieur Rialto was to see to the money side of her training. ‘”That is my usual custom,” he said quietly, ‘‘when I discover a budding prima donna as she is not in position to finance her way in training, rather than let the public lose her, 1 see to the financial part of it. I have wealth and 1 like to use it. He finished smiling. That night after the great theatrical manager had taken his leave, Dorothy sat before the fireside lost in happy dreams, until late in the night. She was to leave that week with M'sieur Rialto, for New York City, for a year’s study. Her mother looked at her through brimming eyes. She was both sad and happy; glad that her child’s chance had come, but sad at the thought of the long months apart. But Dorothy cheered her. Don’t you worry mummy, soon we will have all the money we can possibly use and you will have a daughter who will be famous! And in the meantime, you will not be in want of anything, since M’sieur Rialto placed that nice sum of money in bank for your use, until I can earn money. Isn’t he just wonderful? She cried happily. In an incredibly short time Dorothy was the mistress of a dainty apartment on the avenue in iNew York City. Her days were filled to the brim. She loved her work, and she bent all her energy toward mastering the difficult routine of her training. The great teacher held the most rigid of rules, and if Dorothy sometimes felt held down too closely, she reminded herself that it was for her good, and so months pased swiftly. Her mother wrote to her regularly, long, cheery letters in which she recounted all the news of the little town of Milton. Dorothy always opened her mother’s letters eagerly. It was a breath of home to receive them, but one day her mother’s letter held unpleasant news—news which made her heart sink to her boots and took all the brightness from the days for a time. Her mother had written, “It is reported that Philip Cameron is engaged to Lola Williams. I do not know if there is any truth in the report, but I see them together quite frequently.” THE BLUE AND WHITE 29 Dorothy tried to forget that bit of news in her work. She tried to not think about Philip Cameron at all, but it wag a very hard task; she found that it was no small matter to route all thought of him from her heart. Finally the night of her debut came, and she was all a thrill at the thought of what was before her. She tried not to become ner vous as she stepped out upon the flower decked stage. In a moment the pianist struck the opening chord, and amid an intense silence, her voice arose sweetly in a wondrous volume of clearness and purity of tone. As the last note died down, a very storm of applause shook the building. She went back for an encore several times and when she finally disappeared her hands were filled with flowers which had been thrown at her. It was a night of triumph and Dorothy longed for her mother, wishing she could have been present. She hurried into her dressing room and was just in the act of removing her gloves, when a soft knock sounded upon the door. “Come in,” ehe said in a low tone, expecting to see M’sieur Rialto, but the door opened to admit the tall, handsome figure of Philip Cameron. Dorothy gave a little cry of surprise. “Philip— you; why I didn’t know that you were in the city—I was just wishing that someone from my home town could have been here,” she cried, her hands outstretched to greet him, her brown eyes filled with the gladness that was in her heart at the sight of him standing before her. Philip was at her side in one stride. “You were wonderful— simply wonderful!” He said unsteadily, taking both her white hands in his own. “I am proud that I know you. Listen how they applaud you,” he cried laughing down into her dark eyes. I am glad if I am a success—if I have ipleased the public— for mother’s sake.” she faltered happily. Then a sudden memory stabbed her, and she looked up at him with a forced smile on her lips,’’ I—I forgot, I want to congratulate you also—on your engagement to Lola Williams. I—I hope that you will be happy.” Philip stared at her for an instant with a puzzled frown on his handsome fave. “I am not engaged to Lola Williams,,” he said emphatically. I never thought of being so. There is Just one little girl in the world whom I care to become engaged to,” he said, his eyes changing, and holding a softer, tenderer expression in their gray depths. “Can you guess who it is?” he asked gently. Dorothy looked up quickly, then her eyes dropped before the expression own. “I—I do not know—whom you mean”—she faltered. 30 THE BLUE AND WHITE “Then let me tell you—dear”—he said quietly, tenderly. He ■drew her into his arms closely. It is you, Dottle—I have always loved you—can you love me in return dear?” Dorothy gave a little sob of happiness, as she nestled closer to him. I have always loved you—Philip”—she whispered, “and now my happiness is complete.” NOTES OF “31” Jean E. Wolf Our class now feels more at home in this new Junior-Senior High. At first it was rather strange to adapt ourselves to this “New World.” hut now we feel we are part of it. The Red Cross sales went over the top, $137.35. 1 think you know that w'e had two teams, the Blue, led by Patricic McCulloch, and -the White, led by Jean Wolf. The help which the town gave us was appreciated. This exemption idea ie good. Those who have an average of A in their subjects and A in deportment, do not need to take their examinations. Of course none of the members of the class ot '31 have to take them because of deportment. You should hear us yell—my, what fierce voices we have. We have elected a cheer leader, Earl Rowe. Earl is lively and full of pep. I am sure he will be a success. SEVENTH GRADE SCHOOL NOTES At a recent Home Room Meeting of the Seventh grade, Rhelda Liddick was elected treasurer. It was decided at the same meeting that the monthly class dues would he ten cents. All the pupils have been deeply interested in the magazine subscription campaign. The team leaders are Ruth Spangler, leader of the Reds, and James Bistline, leader of the Greens. EIGHTH GRADE SCHOOL NOTES Our grade decided to take a new flag with us to the new school building for our room there. In subscription selling, our grade tied with the Seventh. The The Greens won in our grade with George Hench as their leader. Helen Gelnett was the leader of the losing side. A treat of a life time—“The Charm School,” to be presented by the Senior class February 28 and 29. THE BLUE AND WHITE 31 CHAS. E. SMITH Sanitary Meat Market Market St„ NEWPORT, PA. F. C. GANTT JEWELER OPTOMETRIST KODAKS and SUPPLIES NEWPORT, PENN’A. INVEST WHERE SAVINGS ARE SAFE, WITH THE State Capital Savings and Loan Association Harrisburg, Pa. Installment Stock at 50c and $1.00 a month for $100.00 L. W. BRIMMER, Agent NEWPORT, PA. COAL F. M. SNYDER Mulberry St., NEWPORT, Pa. Phone 302 Visitor, to a small girl hugging a large teddy bear whose button eyes convey the impression of a pronounced squint, “Well little girl, what do you call your nice new bear?” Small Girl: His name is Gladly, same as in one of the hymns.” Visitor: “What on earth are you talking about, child? Which hymn?” Small Girl: “You know the one that says: “Gladly My Gross Eyed Bear.” (Gladly my cross I’d bear.) • • e Mother: “So you are at the foot of your spelling class again, are you, Dale?” Dale: “Yes’um.” Mother: “How did that happen ?” t Dale: “Got too many z’s in scissors.” ■ • • • Motorist: “Walking to reduce, girlie?” Mary Kahler: No, reduced to walking.” • • • • Miss Zimmerman (In (French I): How would you ask for water in Paris, Clayton? Clayton: Who w'ould want water in Paris?” 0 0 Bunk. Hot Air. Applesauce. A lot of boloney. But it’s room and board to me.—Exchange. 32 THE BLUE AND WHITE ST. PAUL'S LUTHERAN CHURCH L. STOY SPANGLER, Minister Sunday School__9:15 A.M. Morning Worship_10:30 A.M. Luther League__6:00 P.M. Evening Service 7:00 P.M. All Are Cordially Invited to These Services --YOU GET CLEAN- Gas and Oil— Courteous Service— Honest Measure— —AT— Horting’s Service Station Market St., Phone 475 NEWPORT, PENN’A. Wishing You A Merry Christmas And A Happy Prosperous New Year H. L. BAKER Novinger’s Bakery Dick is growing a moustache now. He thinks he’s quite a shiek; He’s getting it on the install ment plan, A little down each week. • Willie “What is your greatest ambition?” “To wash mother’s ears. • • • • Prof, (in college): “Have you ever done any ipublic speaking?” Howard H.: “Well, I proposed to a girl over the telephone in my home town once.” Fayne: “What’s thyme, Dot?” Dot R- “Some kind orf a flower like honey.” • • • • Walter B.: “What’s a taxidermist?” .( Paul: “He skins animals.” Walter: “Well what’s a taxi driver?” Paul: “He skins human beings.” • • • The Minister began: As I gaze about me this morning, I see before me a great many bright and shining faces—.” Immediately seventy nine powder pufTs made their appear ance. • • • Stu Smith: “Why does Helen Crawford call you maple syrup?” Myrl S.: “Because I am such a refined sap.” THE BLUE AND WHITE 33 The Great Atlantic Pacific Tea Co., Inc. MJu t Around the Corner From Everybody” —Headquarters For— Staple and Fancy Groceries FRESH FRUITS AND VEGETABLES Newport’s Leading Store —for— Radios Pianos Orthophonic Victrolas HARRY M. ROUGH NEWPORT, PENN’A. Grandpa in a speedy car, Pushed the throttle down too far. Twinkle, twinkle little star. Music by the G. A. R. • � • • Floyd S.: We had Mrs. Ray in music today.” Ruth S.: “Yes, but I didn’t know Ray from Me.” • Senior: Freshmen always remind me of a piece of property.” Junior: “Why do you say that?” Senior: Because they’re a vacant lot” The News Printerv NEWPORT, PA. PRINTING ENGRAVING EMBOSSING “THE NEWS” Tuesday and Fridays Superb Newspaper Excellent Advertising Medium 34 THE BLUE AND WHITE C. F. D’OLIER INSURANCE Fourth St. NEWPORT, PA. JTf7 fickes --DEALER IN- Grain, Flour, Feed, Salt, Ties, Lumber, Etc. Both Phone, NEWPORT, PA. G AN TT’S RESTAURANT Opposite the Station NEWPORT, PENN'A. COMP LI M E N T S 0 F LEE KELL UNDERTAKER PENN’A- When a pedestrian and a motorist meet squarely at a crossroads, which has the right of way? Oh, its generally a toss up for the pedestrian. I'm wearing my room-mate’s PatenMeathers.’’ ‘•What for? The patent on mine expired. Mr. Dunbar (in Chemistry class): Ralph, where should you not write chemical equa-sions? Ralph Beasom: ,fOn the walls of the school building.” Clyde Smith: “That’s one thing 1 like about my girl. Pete Cumbler: What’s that? Clyde: “The fellow Bhe goes with. Guest: “Who is that awful looking frump over there?” Host: “Why that’s my wife.” Guest: Oh, er, beg your pardon, my mistake.” Host, sadly: No, no, mine.” W7w7 MANNING GROCERIES AND PRODUCE NEWPORT, NEWPORT, PENN’A. THE BLUE AND WHITE 35 F. E. TAYLOR Hardware Second and Market Streets NEWPORT, PEN N’A. WHY Patronize anyone who does not advertise in the ‘‘Blue and White” Citizens National Bank NEWPORT, PA. Capital Stock__________$ 50,000 Surplus ________ 100,000 J. H. McCUL I.iOCH_Pres. DR. I A. CARL.Vice Pres. J. E. WILSON.....Cashier EARL NOLL____Asst. Cashier The Perry News Company ON THE SQUARE All Kind of Magazines and Newspapers. Greeting Cards for All Occasions. RUSSELL L. ZEIDERS, Prop. 1st Person: ““Did your church pray for rain last night?” 2nd Person: No, the parsonage roof leaks.” Teacher: “ “Take four out of five, and what do you have?” Bright Student: “Pyorrhea, mam.” At the Zoo: “That's a new one on me, said the monkey.” as she scratched her back. Dot Reisinger: “Your brain is just like new.” George Robinson: “What makes you think that?” Dot: Never been used.” Grandma learned the capital c« the state, but granddaughter learned the state of her hoy friend's capital. “How come yo’ scratch yo’ head thataway, Rastus?” “ 'Cose I'se de only one dat knows whar it itches.” “Are you sure this is spring chicken? asked the man in a restaurant. “Certainly sir, replied the waiter. “Then I must have hit into one of the springs. ” Laugh and the class laughs with you. S.udy and you study alone. 36 THE BLUE AND WHITE A. M. PETERMAN Groceries, Smoked Meat, Tobacco, Ice Cream and Soft Drinks EVERYTHING GUARANTEED Phone 513 Free Delivery Stanley G. Fickes NEWPORT, PA. COAL FEED GRAIN PURINA CHOWS MART. E. ROWE THE SENIOR ON THE SQUARE CLASS PLAY DERMATICIAN “THE CHARM AND BILLIARD SCHOOL” PARLOR February 28 and 29 ATTEND— “The Charm School” Presented By The SENIOR CLASS FEBRUARY 28 and 29 In Case of Fire Call— The Newport Fire Dept. All calls promptly answered. Most modern and up-to-date equipment. ROBT. W. DIVEN WILEY‘S INSURANCE OF ALL KINDS Mulberry St. NEWPORT, PENN'A. Myrtle A. IT’S the place where you get the beat. We have the beat ice creams, best sundaes, best candies, best sodas, largest and best soda fountain in the county. We originate and others imitate. Cleanliness is our mot to. Give us a call. PALACE OF SWEETS On the Square, Newport, Penn’a. Knudson PERRY COUNTY’S UP-TO-DATE BEAUTY PARLOR North Second St., Bell Phone Newport, Pa. Newport One Price SHOES CLOTHING FURNISHINGS NEWPORT, PENN’A. EDWIN K. SOULE GROCERIES Delivering A Specialty GIVE US A CALL AND TELL US TO CALL Phone 235 Butz Building Center Square NEWPORT, PENN'A. KEIM Furniture Undertaking S. D. MYERS JEWELER Jirrmlrong Linoleum for Every Floor in the House On the Square, Newport, Penna. Drain Tile Wall Paper Newport Hosiery Co. --MANUFACTURERS OF- HOKIE HOSE “We're At Your Feet” NEWPORT, PENN’A. 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